On my way to the post office today, I passed a house with a table set up by the sidewalk and a simple handwritten sign that said “FREE.” Curiosity got the best of me, so I turned around, parked, and walked up to see what it was all about.
A young man looked up at me with a smile and asked if I needed a meal. Sure enough, the table was covered with neatly prepared meals ready to be given away. I told him no thank you, but I couldn’t help asking what they were doing.
That is when the lady sitting behind the table explained that they often prepare meals to hand out on Sundays. Something about her voice, the kindness in it, and the quiet generosity of the whole scene caught me off guard. I felt my throat tighten and words stumble out as I tried to thank them. I even offered to contribute, but she gently shook her head.
I am still not sure why I felt compelled to stop, but I do know this. Their simple act of kindness will stay with me. It was a beautiful reminder that even in difficult times, there are people who quietly serve their neighbors and show us the best parts of who we are.